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Author's Note: Once again, I do not speak French. I am using
a dictionary/translator on my computer, so I'm aware it won't be perfect. If
you do speak French, I would like to apologize now for any slaughtering of the
language I may have inadvertently caused. Otherwise, what do you care, right?

French translations: ((example))

Okay, here we go!

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see their faces?"

"Oui." Blaise sniggered. "It definitely
counts. And double the points if any Slytherins pass out like Padma
figures."

"I cannot believe
you two." Padma huffed. "We all thought you died, and you think it's funny." Both attempted to look
serious.

"Very sorry about that." Draco said, batting long
black eyelashes at her.

"The next time a rampaging god tries to kill all of our
friends, we'll make sure that it's okay with you first to save them."
Blaise agreed, and Padma hit him.

"Oh, just shut up and go let them all know that you're
alright." She said, and Virginia
tried to hide her smirk behind her hand. Padma poked her. "I saw
that."

"Yeah, yeah." The redheaded girl said through her
fingers. "Be nice or I won't take the shields down." She threatened,
letting her hand drop to her hip. Padma smirked.

"Then I'll do it for you." She said, holding up
her left hand, which bore Lucifer's ring.

"Oooooh, what is that?" Virginia
asked, reaching out and running a fingertip around the silver metal longingly.
"Is this the ring that the Morningstar gave you?"

"Yes." Padma said, wiggling her fingers. It felt
so good to be talking normally with her, to not see the crushing grief and growing
madness in her eyes.

"We have one for you, too." Blaise said, the forth
ring appearing in his palm. She took it from him gingerly, examined it from all
angles, and slid it on next to the signet ring that had been returned to her
along with her family's lands. She shivered when it fell into place and
tightened to fit her perfectly, before grinning and looking back up at them.

"Very cool." She said, holding out her hand and
watching the runes swim over the surface of the metal. "I can feel you all
in it."

"Indeed." Draco replied, twining a curly lock of
her hair around one finger. "And you do look good when you wear silver.
Perhaps we could cover you in it, hmm?"

"A marvelous idea, that." Blaise commented, his
lips brushing over hers lightly. "Do you think they would mind if we cut
the reunion short? I very much wish to see how you look lying among a horde of
diamonds and emeralds."

"Umm, hello?" Padma cut in when their looks turned
steamy and wanting. "Still here, you know. And I doubt you'll have the
time for a while. Your mothers are here." Both froze.

"Our mums are
here?" They asked at once, looking horrified. "So, they
thought�"

"Yes." Virginia
intoned, just a hint of remembered agony flashing through her eyes before she
was smiling softly again. "So, let's do this, shall we?" She
inquired, moving for the entrance. She raised a hand to bring down the wards,
but her boyfriends stopped her at the last second.

"We shouldn't make this too overwhelming for them." Draco said innocently.

"Oui." Blaise agreed guilelessly. "So, you
two go in first. We'll follow in a minute or two. Just don't bring the shields
down immediately." He couldn't quite keep all of the humor out of his
vivid indigo eyes. Shaking their heads at them, Padma waited while Virginia
kissed each briefly before taking her hand. Then they opened the entrance and
slid right through the shields as if they were nothing more than air.

��..

Lycelle idly wondered if anyone would notice should she
happen to start banging her head into the wall repeatedly. Their forced
captivity was starting to wear on everyone, and she was about four seconds from
snapping completely. They'd tried everything
to get out of Virginia's wards,
but nothing had even begun to work. Severus had tried to contact Dumbledore,
but they had no idea of finding out if the message had gotten through or not.
They'd made it strong, though; seventeen of the most powerful Slytherins had
drained themselves in its creation. If even a little twinge of it had made it through, it would be enough for Dumbledore
to investigate.

But they had seen no sign of any help coming, and after the
first four hours, the fighting had started. And since Severus was exhausted, Draco
and Blaise were�gone, and Narcissa and Silana were in no condition to govern
anyone, Anton had drug himself out of bed to shut them all up. His fury at
their childishness in the face of such devastating events had been quite
humbling, and they'd all felt about four years old by the time he was finished.
He hadn't even yelled or said all that much, but ad had had the same effect.
Afterwards he had gone to the twins, who hadn't moved or so much as said a word
since their sister had left.

So now�Now the mourning had truly started. Everything had
been so hectic before, one disaster after another, and no one had really had
enough time to sit down and think
about it. But now they had, and songs of lamenting had colored the air ever
since, one ending only to have another begin. She had joined them at first, but
had lost her voice an hour ago and opted to sit by her sister, who had come out
to listen to the dirges. Pansy's body was mostly healed, scars that would take
a long time to heal without a trip to Reverie the only reminders except for her
missing tongue. Padma had managed to return most of her voice to her, but it
was useless.

Useless except for when she woke up screaming. It almost
made Lycelle wish that Padma had not been successful. But she couldn't comment
on it, seeing as how the other girl had gone missing. All she wanted, though,
was to see her sister healed, to see her whole.
She'd given up on any other wishes. But the only healers who could have helped
her were all gone, two dead and the other two probably with them in the
afterlife by then. Just thinking about it made her feel miserable, but she knew
that her own pain was nothing compared to the twins'. The soul-eating torment
in their d ide identical eyes was almost enough to make her ill.

"Gods, will any of this ever end?" She wondered
aloud, not even realizing that she'd spoken until her sister traced out an
answer with one fingertip on her thigh.

'No. It will never
end. They're dead. There's no one to
hold us together anymore.'

"Anton did a fine job of it earlier." Lycelle
pointed out, being quite truthful. Pansy's sorrowful eyes flickered to him, and
then her finger started moving again.

'Yes. He was their
confidante, after all. He learned much from them. And that's the problem.'

"What do you mean?" Lycelle asked, confused. Anton
was a good leader, a strong leader. And they needed one desperately. Severus
was their House's Head and a second father to many, but it wasn't the same.

'They haunt him enough
as it is. How much worse would it be if he was reminded of them with every
decision he made, every order he gave?'

&nbso:p>o:p>

Well. She hadn't thought of it like that. "So, that's
out then. What are we going to do?"

'It's not out. I said
that it would be hard. I never said that the stubborn bastard wouldn't do it
anyway. I just don't want him to have to.'

"You know, I think that this is the longest I've seen
him away from you in days." Lycelle commented, wanting to change the
subject. Pansy gave a small smile of acknowledgement.

'I doubt he would be
now if the twins w't s't so bad off. They're dying, you know. If Padma and
Virginia don't return soon, I don't think we'll be able to stop them from
killing themselves.'

"I don't want them ie.&ie." She whispered, and all
Pansy could do was nod before turning her eyes away and laying her head on the
back of the couch they were on.

Sirius came out of Severus's room where Daphne and Bella
were still staying, rubbing his temples wearily. Bella had woken a few times
over the last few days, and her only question had been why her sister looked so
sad. No one had wanted to tell her what had happened, as it could have easily
sent her back into madness, and she wasn't exactly sane anyway. Whatever Blaise
and Draco had said to her had given her the strength to break the Bane's hold,
but they weren't here to finish bringing her back, and no one else had the
ability to walk the necessary roads of Rev to to do so, although Anton had
volunteered to try once he was back to full strength.

And Daphne�No one knew if she would ever heal or not. Rape
was traumatizing enough, but she had held such an aversion for male flesh to
begin with that it had made it even more horrid for her to undergo. They were
helpless to help her, and it drove them all crazy. Only a select few knew that
she'd been raped, as it was her business to tell anyone else, not theirs, but
it didn't look as if she'd ever wake enough to tell anyone anything. Lycelle
had finally spooned up the courage to ask Pansy if she'd been violated in the
same way, and had broken down in tears when her sister had told her no, that
she had been spared that indignity due to their family's name.

The Wilbriges were old, pure, but
nowhere near as old as the Parkinsons, and they were not Death Eaters.
Therefore, Voldemort had not had any reason to curb his perversions regarding
Daphne. And pureblood witches didn't take well to rape, not that any woman did.
But pureblood females never truly
healed. The memory haunted them with every step they took, casting a veil of
unrelieved darkness over them for their entire lives. A witch who loses her
husband is branded a Widow. But a witch who loses her honor (as they see it) in
such a barbaric way is branded a Shadow, because that is what they become. So
many mourned Daphne as well.

"How are you doing, honey?" Sirius asked in his
easy manner, even though his voice was strained and his eyes red from weeping.
He had not taken Draco and Blaise's deaths well at all. He had lost too many
people that he loved already, and getting a half-mad Bella back only made the
burden more to bear. He had stayed with her and Narcissa almost every minute
that he'd been there, and the toll was starting to show in his hunched
shoulders and shaking hands.

"Better than you, it seems." She said, giving him
a reproachful glare. "You need to rest yourself, you know. You can't run
on pure will, Sirius."

"This coming from a thirteen year-old witch who ran
herself into the ground and back again before she finally stopped?
Hypocrite." He said, trying to tease her lightheartedly and failing, his
eyes too dull to be playful.

"I'm almost fourteen." She stated crossly, and
realized that she must have been pouting quite pathetically when he laughed
dryly at her.

"Don't be in such a hurry to grow up." He said,
his half-formed grin falling back into nothing. "It's not all that it's
cracked up to be, trust me."

She didn't really know what to say to that, so she decided
not to say anything at all. Sirius didn't seem to mind, lost in his own thoughts,
and she wondered what was running through his head. Probably the same thing
that was going through everyone else's. They were going to die down there,
trapped until they starved, but it didn't really matter because Draco and
Blaise were dead, Virginia and Padma were gone and more than likely dead as
well, and their futures had never looked so bleak. Lycelle's mind tended to
warp such situations until they were foggy and utterly fucked up, and she
vaguely wondered if they would eat each other before the end.

Knowing my Housemates,
she thought wryly, they probably will,
starting with the first years. But only after they've transfigured all of the
tables and such into something edible. Sighing, she stood and went to the
liquor cabinet to get herself a glass of wine. It's not like anyone would care
besides Severus, perhaps, but she doubted even he would stop her at this point.
It's not like she could go to classes while everyone was trapped inside the
House. She started to get a glass down when a tanned hand stopped her and got
it for her. She turned to face Marcello, who was looking as if he felt as
shitty as everyone else.

"Let me get it for you, alright?"

"Alright." She agreed, and he poured her a good
amount of wine before handing the glass to her and making himself a straight
scotch, his grip on the crystal tumbler turning his knuckles white.
"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." He said with a wave of one
elegant hand, and she felt the strangest fluttering in her stomach as her eyes
followed his long, slender fingers.

Realization soon swamped her, and she nearly died right
there from mortification. No, she
begged silently, no, my first crush can't be Marcello! He was older and handsome
and absolutely adored among the pureblood circles. He was strong and confident
and dark, merciless and deadly; all of the things that she wonevenever be. He
could have just about anyone that he wanted, and for her stupid, foolish heart
to choose him could only lead to bad, hurtful things, because she wasn't like
her Housemates when it came to the flesh games. She'd played, of course, but
had soon learned they weren't for her. She wanted something more; something that Marcello would
never be willing to give her.

"Lycelle?" His voice brought her back to reality,
and she hoped to the gods that she wasn't blushing furiously. He brushed her
hair back from her face, a move that was common among Slytherins when alone
among their own kind, but now it took on a whole new meaning for her. How had
things changed so quickly? She didn't have time to wonder on it though, as
something caught her attention. The entrance was opening for the first time in
what felt like forever.

"Look!" She exclaimed, louder than she had intended,
and quite a few people turned to where she was pointing. The entire room was
soon avidly watching, and they all jumped up when Virginia and Padma came in,
not looking the least bit hurt or defeated. Lycelle saw Anton shaking the twins
and whispering something, and their heads snapped up a second before they did.
They were at their sister and Padma's side almost instantly, very nearly
hyperventilating with relief.

"Oh gods, where have you been? Where did you go?"
They demanded of both of them, holding them tightly. What shocked Lycelle was
that both girls smiled. She hadn't seen anyone really smile in days, let alone those two. Nervousness settled within
her as she wondered if they'd both gone completely mad, or been possessed.

"It's okay." Virginia
soothed, her voice full of tranquility, and it only made Lycelle worry more.

"No, it's not 'okay'!" They argued, the panic
they'd been feeling showing itself a bit. "We didn't know what you were
doing, or where you were going, and we were worried sick! And you," they turned on Padma, who
actually flinched back a step, "you just disappear without a word to
anyone! Do you have any idea how much�"

"But I'm back now." She interrupted, trying to
calm them down a bit. It didn't work.

"Yes, but what have you been doing while you were gone,
hmm? Were you in danger?" Fred questioned, and Padma paled.

"Umm�" For once, the girl didn't seem to know what
to say.

"That's what we thought." George snapped, and the
smallest swirl of anger flashed in Padma's green-speckled eyes.

"You don't have to get nasty about it." She said,
her voice as steady as ever as her eyes narrowed. "And I don't see why
you're blowing this so out of proportion. I�"

"What?"
Both twins asked incredulously. "'Blowing this out of proportion'? Have
you lost your bloody mind!? We are not 'blowing this out of proportion'!
You fucking vanished without a trace after you'd fed us sleeping
draughts!"

"I did not
vanish, I�"

"Enough!"
Virginia stepped in, her own eyes
glinting. "We get that you were worried, alright? And we're sorry. But the ends justified the
means."

"What 'ends'? What did you two do?" By then, the
entire House was in the room watching but for Melody, Daphne, Bella, Narcissa,
Severus and Silana.

"Well," Virginia
started, a mischievous smirk on her face that convinced Lycelle that she must have gone mad, "I went to go
see Tom. Would've had the bastard too if I'd gotten to take his head as the
poison worked on him. But alas, it was not yet meant to be." She sighed
dramatically, and Lycelle nearly dropped her glass. She'd gone to face
Voldemort and poisoned him? The girl was insane.

"YOU DID WHAT?"
The twins' outburst nearly shook the very stones they stood on.

"Oh, come now, I'm fine, aren't I?" She said, smirking
at their infuriated astonishment and giving them each a sisterly kiss.
"No, it was Padma who really hit gold."

"Oh gods." The twins' voices were lower that time,
resigned, and they turned back to Padma as if expecting to get hit with
something even worse. Lycelle didn't blame them. She was still reeling from the
first revelation.

"Would you like to see her spoils?" Virginia
questioned, her eyes sweeping across the room. They all nodded, somewhat
hesitantly, and she lifted her hand, snapping her fingers three times. They
felt the shields around the room come down, and a split second later, Fred and
George both gasped, clutching their forearms and nearly falling over. Then they
were straightening, looking around wildly as if seeking something or someone.

"Where are they?" They choked out, and Lycelle
wondered if they'd lost it too. Where were who?

Everyone else looked as clueless as she did, so at least she
wasn't alone in her confusion. Then the entrance started opening again, and she
only distantly heard Marcello's tumbler and her own wine glass shatter as they
hit the marble floor. It couldn't be.
It just couldn't. Because Draco and
Blaise had just glided inside like she'd seen them do a thousand times before,
their heads lowered and nearly touching as they discussed something quietly
between themselves, and they weren't transparent or covered in blood. There
were no dripping wounds, no dire injuries, just them as they had always been.
Well, almost.

Because when they looked up, she nearly came out of her skin
in an entirely pleasant way. They had always practically dripped seduction and sex appeal, it was something that the
Slytherins had just had to get used to and try to ignore, but now�Now it was very, very un-ignorable. She could almost feel every oh-so-graceful movement they
made as if they were touching her, could almost feel the ecstasy they could cause without so much as laying a
finger on her as their predatory eyes trailed over their stunned Housemates.
The majority of them gasped, three fainted (which was unheard of except for
Vincent's moment the other day), and the rest gaped wordlessly, caught between
joy and instant, fierce desire.

And something else was different�Were there black rings around their irises? Sweet gods,
there were. Something clicked that
she'd only barely noticed earlier, and she had to forcibly rip her eyes away to
glance at Padma. Her eyes had the same dark rings, too; they were just less
noticeable since her irises were almost solid black anyway but for the flecks
of green. Her heart beating erratically, Lycelle turned her attention back to
the impossibilities standing before them a moment before someone shot past her
and barreled into the two returned Slytherins, knocking them both to the floor.
All three were soon laughing, and Anton ran his hands over them frantically, as
if fearing that they were a figment of his imagination.

"You're back! How are you back? Sweet gods, you're here! Really, really here!" He exclaimed, his sculpted face the picture of
delight.

She'd never seen him so genuinely thrilled before, except
for after her sister had agreed to marry him, but this was different. Anton had
never really bonded with any of the other Slytherin males, not even Gregory and
Vincent. Melody and one of his cousins had been his closest friends before he'd
met Draco and Blaise, and they'd clicked almost instantly. And Lycelle had
heard, through whispers and low conversations among her older Housemates, that
the three had been banned (by Severus) from each other's company during classes
until after their forth year, because if they hadn't been getting into trouble,
they were much too interested in each other's bodies.

They hadn't even been allowed to sit next to each other most
of the time, but they'd still managed to cause complete chaos for many of their
teachers. Gregory and Vincent had mostly followed Draco, but one or both had
followed the other two around almost as much. Severus had finally relented
sometime over the summer before their fifth year, and it was rumored among the
Slytherins that the three of them had threatened to fuck in the hallways if he
didn't get over it. But regardless of how it had happened, it had, and the
three were rarely seen apart after that, and usually had Pansy, Melody and
Daphne with them.

Thus had been born the tight six-some that had made up
Slytherin's inner circle. They'd all had quite a bit of pull in the House from
day one due to their names, and each of them were the firstborn heirs to those
names but for Daphne, who had two older brothers. That hadn't changed until Virginia
had come along, stealing into Slytherin on a misguided mission and somehow
leaving with their princes' hearts. Many had been reluctant to accept her at
first, but their respect for Draco and Blaise ran deep, and the girl had soon
charmed them all whether they wanted to admit it or not. She was so obviously
Slytherin to her very core that they couldn't help but like her.

Lycelle often wondered on that, too. It didn't seem very
fair to her that Virginia, a Gryffindor
for over five years, was a better Slytherin that she was, and she'd been one
since she started Hogwarts. What kind of sense did that make? Not that it
mattered. Virginia was there to
stay, and none of the Slytherins thought of her as a Gryffindor anymore, and
hadn't for a long time. Pansy had been the first to accept her into their
circle, then Melody and Daphne, and finally A. Gr. Gregory and Vincent hadn't
minded, but they were more like bodyguards than anything else in most people's
opinions, even in most of their Housemates'.

"Oui, we're really here." Draco's voice brought
her back to reality, and she saw that all three had gotten back to their feet.
Anton embraced each of them again before spinning on Virginia and Padma.

"You two," he started slowly, his eyes narrowed
into slits, "have quite a bit of explaining to do."

Both girls mockingly begged for forgiveness, earning each of
them a potent glare, and the twins and Sirius were the next to move for Draco and
Blaise, confirming that they were real and not a product of mass hallucination.
Then, almost as if shaking off some petrifying spell, the rest of the House
surged forward, surrounding them and firing off question after question.
Something dawned on Lycelle as she started to join them, and she spun on her
heel, running for the far right passageway. She nearly busted her arse sliding
to a stop in front of a heavy black door, which she threw open without any
preamble. Four faces turned to her, drawn and weary and questioning.

"They're alive!" She burst out, grabbing Narcissa
and Silana's arms and dragging them to their feet. "Come on, didn't you
hear me? Draco and Blaise are alive!"

"No, they're not, sweetie." Narcissa said gently,
tears springing to her husky-like eyes. Both women looked as if she'd slapped
them instead of delivering wonderful news, and she groaned before pulling them
out of the door.

"Just come look, alright? Please?"

"Oui." They agreed emotionlessly, dead blue eyes
not really seeing anything. She pushed through her Housemates, her hands still
clutching their arms, and they parted immediately when they saw who she was
bringing forward. Botmen men kept their eyes lowered and their heads bowed, and
she knew it was because they were both close to breaking down again. The last
ring of Slytherins moved back, and she was standing before their sons, who each
had a twin on one arm, Virginia
in between them. They had been talking to Sirius and Mira, but stopped when
they saw who was with her.

"Mum?" They both asked, and the women's heads
snapped up, their eyes filling with disbelief. They met their sons' steady
gazes and swooned, nearly falling had the two not moved forward instantly and
caught them.

"B-Baby?" Narcissa questioned, her voice breaking
as she lifted one slender hand to Draco's porcelain cheek. "B-But you
were�you were dead."

"No, no, we weren't." Draco assured her.
"Just trapped. We're fine now, m�re, I
promise." ((mother))

"You can't do this again!" Silana said wretchedly,
her hands twisted in her son's hair and her face buried in his shoulder.
"We can't survive mourning you both a forth time." Blaise's arms
tightened around her, while Lycelle silently wondered, 'Forth? When did they mourn them but for that first time and now? Maybe she
meant 'a third time' and said it wrong?' But that was highly doubtful.
Their mothers drew themselves together remarkably quickly, and Draco and
Blaise's eyes sought out another through the crowd. Going to her side, they
knelt in front of her and put their silky heads on her thighs.

"How do you feel, darling?" Blaise asked quietly,
and Pansy smiled, tears running freely and unashamedly down her cheeks as her
finger started moving over the back of his hand, tracing out her response. He
seemed satisfied when she was done, and Virginia and Padma each slid onto the
couch on either side of her, their heads coming to rest on her shoulders.

Everyone stayed in the common room for almost two hours
after that, asking a million questions and generally freaking out over their
unbelievable return. Which, for the Slytherins, meant that they were getting
wasted, and that had it turning into
a full-blown celebration. Even Pansy joined in, letting Anton make her a glass
of her beloved Nirvana cocoa. Apparently, their supply of the intoxicant hadn't
been depleted on Yule, and they all deemed it a special enough occasion to
partake. Severus had thrown back two glasses after hugging both of his godsons
fiercely, and Narcissa and Silana were laughing and dancing with everyone else,
their happiness knowing no bounds.

Lycelle had managed to sneak a few hits off of one of the
many cigarillos being passed around, and she knew now why they all enjoyed the
substance so much. She could feel the earth singing under her feet, could feel
her spirit soaring and her heart beating in time with the drums that had been
brought out. The music was fast-paced and primal, and she loved every second of
it, unable to keep from joining the others on the impromptu dance floor in the
center of the room. She spun, her arms swaying above her head and her feet
pounding the floor, and she felt like a part of them for the first time ever as
she went from partner to partner in a blur.

Then there were arms snaking around her waist and drawing
her close to a lean, masculine body, and one look at the bronze hands on her
waist let her know who danced with her as if they were a part of her. They were
mashed together most appealingly, and her skin jumped every time he moved his
fingers. Heat was coiling in her center and spreading throughout her limbs in
blistering waves, and she moaned when their hips ground together. Her hair was
lifted off her neck, damp with sweat, and ltraitrailed along the smooth skin
there, followed by a sharp nip soon soothed by a warm tongue. Turning, every
sense aflame, her lips met Marcello's and the rest of the world faded away.

��..

Virginia was
sure that she was about to lose control completely and ravish her lovers right
there in the common room. The bastards kept sending teasing tendrils of desire
to her through thrks,rks, and she wondered if anyone noticed her flushed cheeks
and heavy breathing in the low, flickering candlelight. not not as if it
mattered, though. People were spread all throughout the room in various stages
of fucking. Slytherins were anything but shy. Stretching and finishing off her
glass of sherry, she and Blaise watched amusedly as Draco was pulled the the
dance floor by Anton, his metallic hair streaming out behind him as he moved.

Blaise's hand on her lower back was like a live shot of
electricity going straight to her core, and she wriggled a bit, barely biting
back a frustrated groan. He smiled down at her as if he knew exactly what was going
through her head, and those fingers moved down the tiniest bit tauntingly. Her
control wearing away ever farther, she tried to distract herself so as not to
make a scene by slamming him into the wall and screwing him silly. Her eyes
traveling over the room, she nearly didn't see Sirius in the corner for the
curtain of silvery blond hair surrounding him. Said hair was attached to a
willowy figure that was straddling him and devouring his mouth.

"Check out Sirius." She said, nudging Blaise wione one elbow. His eyes moved lazily from Draco and Anton's writhing forms to
Sirius, and he smirked in an utterly male way.

"At least it's not that mudblood bitch."

"How charming, love." She replied, rolling her
eyes.

"I have no need to be mingming regarding anyone but you
this night." He murmured next to her ear, and tingling sparks ran down her
spine, pooling in her groin. "I think it's time we snatch our silver
prince back and leave them to their fun while we make our own, oui?"

"I�" She opened her mouth to agree heartily, when
Mira stumbled over from somewhere, grabbing one of the liquor bottles and
filling herself a goblet full before draining it.

"Did you see
Lycelle?" She asked, tucking a lock of pale hair behind one ear and taking
the cigarillo Sebastian offered her from where he was seated beside Blaise.
"She was dancing. About time
that fille loosened up." ((girl))

"Lycelle? Dancing?" Sebastian questioned
incredulously. "Surely you jest."

"Non." Mira laughed, falling down beside him
gracefully. "It was her. The last I saw she was making out with
Marcello." Sebastian nearly spit his wine all over the floor, while Blaise
started snickering. Pansy, who was sitting beside Virginia,
nearly choked on her own drink, and Virginia
simply stared.

"Shut up!" Sebastian finally choked out, his eyes
wide. "No way he finally got with her! He's been wanting to all year. Says
she's mysterious or some such, 'cause she's always so quiet."

"Well, she wasn't being quiet a moment ago." Mira
said with a sharp grin, befit wit was suddenly replaced by a look of complete
horror. They followed her line of sight, and it was Virginia's
turn to snicker when Blaise's mouth dropped open the slightest bit, his nose
scrunching up in distaste.

"Is that my aunt?"
He demanded, and when Sirius shifted again and that silvery hair fell back,
they saw that it was indeed Armynel
sprawled across his lap.

"Oh. My. Sweet. Fucking. Merlin." Mira's eyes were
the size of saucers, and she rose quickly, scrubbing at them with her palms.
"Have to go now. Must find Vincent Gre Gregory and pretend this never
happened. Later, cousin." She said to Blaise before bolting in the
opposite direction of her mother.

"You know," Virginia
commented idly a minute or two later, "the most interesting developments occur when we take this shit." She
said, waving the Nirvana cigarillo in hend and around for emphasis. "It's
like�"

Her words died off as Draco came into view, walking towards
them with Anton at his side. His hair was loose and swaying around him, his
eyes were luminous and bordering on jubilant, and he'd stripped off his robes
in favor of a tight, sleeveless silver shirt and black dragonhide pants. Anton
wore much the same, she noted absently, his dark hair falling free around his
face, getting in his eyes as usual. She could feel Blaise and Pansy stiffen
ever-so-slightly on either side of her, and grinned, knowing that she was just
as tense and ready to spring as they were. But the fire in Pansy's gaze
dampened almost immediately, and she turned away.

"Pansy?" She leaned in and whispered when they
were still a good twenty feet away, and Pansy looked up at her, something dark
and disturbing in her eyes. Virginia
held out palmpalm in a wordless inquiry, and Pansy hesitated only a moment
before answering her the only way that she could, her fingertip racing across Virginia's
skin. Glad that she had made her boyfriends teach her this trick, she placed
the letters and words together easily.

p clp class=MsoNormal>'He deserves someone whole, Virginia. I can't even kiss him, for the love of Circe.'

Accentuation was given by her pressing harder as she wrote
out what she wished to say, and the words made Virginia's
heart ache for her friend. Pansy hadn't complained so much as once about her
situation; she actually considered herself quite lucky, since she hadn't
expected to survive. She knew that her sacrifice had been worth it, and she
took pride in the fact that she had made sure no words would be wrenched from
her unwillingly. She had proved her strength and her loyalty, but she had lost
much as well. Most didn't consider how much a simple kiss could mean, or the
taste of cocoa, which she was drinking even though she couldn't enjoy the
flavor.

And then Virginia
had an idea.

"I don't feel so great." She said suddenly, and
her boyfriends' eyes zeroed in on her. Draco and Anton had reached them a
moment before, and both crouched down in front of her.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, reaching to her
through the Marks, but she closed them off for the moment.

"I just don't feel very good. Do you think we could
turn in early?"

"Of course." Blaise replied, rising and offering
her a hand up.

She took it and rose along with Draco, while Anton kissed
her cheek and wished her well before taking her spot next to Pansy, talking to
her in a low voice and running his fingers over one slightly scarred cheek
lovingly. Pansy smiled but it was forced, and he noticed immediately. The need
to see if her plan would work overwhelmed her, and she told everyone goodnight
before leading her boyfriends to their room. She fell backwards on the mound of
pillows and silk as soon as they reached the bed, and her lovers crawled up
beside her, their eyes clouded from worry and Nirvana. Her plan would work, but
first things first�

"Fuck me."

"Well, that's a change." Draco murmured, arching
one pale eyebrow. "I thought you felt like shit?"

"Are you complaining?" She asked, playing with a
trailing lock of his hair. "I could always do it myself, I suppose."

Feral grins were her only answer before Draco's icy lips captured
hers and Blaise's kissed a tingling trail down her throat. She responded
immediately, her soul soaring and her heart beginning to beat madly. By touch
alone, she reached for the end of Blaise's braundoundoing it with greedy
fingers until that dark, shifting silk was falling all around them and twining
with silver and crimson. Sharp teeth nicked her tongue and she responded in
kind as she felt her robe coming loose and her weapons being removed one by
one. Blaise took his time freeing each blade, trailing the sharp tip of each
over the tight leather of the cat suit that was molded to her.

The last around her waist finally disappeared, as did the
harness they'd been sheathed in. Those electric fingers moved farther down, the
laces of her boots undone in seconds, and she could barely think between his
teasing touches and Draco's carnal kiss. Her boots fell unheeded to the floor
along with the daggers inside them, and Blaise slid back up, his hands running
along the insides of her thighs before settling on her hips. Draco's glorious
mouth left hers only to be replaced by another, and she rose up on her elbows,
devouring his lips readily. Draco slid in behind her and she leaned back
against him as Blaise raised one sharp nail to her chest.

He sliced down the front of the black leather she was
encased in and it split open easily, as did the first few layers of her skin
underneath, which made her moan dissolutely. Draco peeled the leather back and
off of her whileise'ise's tongue traveled back up the cut he had made, and she
wondered if one could have an orgasm just by simple touches and steamy looks,
because they made it seem all too possible. Her entire body was on fire with
sheer need, and she was sure that she
would die if she didn't get more of
them. Quickly. Rising until she was on her knees, her back still pressed
against Draco's firm chest, she pushed Blaise back.

Something in her eyes silenced any questions he might have
asked, and she pushed him again until his back hit one of the heavy bedposts.
He watched her through wavy locks of raven hair from where he was kneeling
against it, and she moved away from Draco the slightest bit in order to capture
his bruised lips once more. Her hand rose to his chest, her nails digging in
hard enough to make him gasp, and she deepened the kiss even farther, their
blood mingling between them like ambrosia. He tasted of lemons and heaven, and
her lips were more than reluctant to leave his when she finally pulled away.

Blaise hands were wrapped tightly around the bedpost behind
him, and she had a positively delightful idea. Moving in and kissing him again,
she laid her hands over his and bound him with fiery restraints before he even
knew what she was doing. Midnight blue
eyes widened in surprise before becoming hooded, a lascivious light filling them and making her tremble. Turning away
from him, her mouth met Draco's as he slid the cat suit the rest of the way off
of her, revealing her piece by piece to Blaise's licentious gaze. She could
practically feel his eyes on her as
if he were reaching out and touching her, and the last bit of leather was
tossed away unceremoniously.

Then Draco's
chilled hands were on her breasts and she was moaning throatily, before his
mouth left hers and keen teeth were sliding into the soft skin of her neck. She
screamed as unmitigated pleasure swamped her from head to toe and arched back
against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her through his pants. She
ground against him and his teeth left her flesh as he groaned, their mouths
meeting again. The fingers of one hand pinched her nipple, while the other
wound its way down her stomach, making the desire fogging her senses almost
unbearable. Then ghostly lips closed on her other nipple, and her eyes snapped
open, meeting stunning indigo ones.

She had been
surprised the first time they had usedse pse phantom caresses, but they had
never been so strong before, and the new black rings around his eyes were
becoming even darker somehow. They almost appeared to be swirling, but she
didn't have enough sentience left to deduce if it was Hades and Lucifer's blood
that was causing it. Her world had narrowed down completely to Draco's body
smashed against hers, to his hands that were bringing her closer and closer to
falling apart completely, and to those eyes that stared stra int into her soul.
Then Draco's wandering fingers finally went where she so desperately wanted
them to be, the first sliding inside her.

She screamed
again before biting her bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed anew, and she
knew she wouldn't be able to take much more of this maddening foreplay. A
thought incinerated Draco's shirt and pants, and his frosty skin came into
contact with her own, which felt as if it would soon start boiling. He hissed
in pleasure and another finger joined the first, the nails of his other hand
digging into her hip hard enough to bruise. Her eyes still locked on Blaise's,
the wicked light dancing within them almost undoing her then and there, she
fell forward onto her hands, her mouth inches from his erection. Smiling
devilishly, she looked back at Draco over her shoulder.

All it took was a
debauched look and a pink tongue darting over bloody lips for him to growl and
move his other hand to her hip as well, pulling her back against him and
entering her in one forceful thrust. That was it, and any coherent thought that
she might have had abandoned her totally as one wanton scream after another was
ripped from her, her warm breath tickling over Blaise's cock and driving him utterly
insane. Her hand wound around his length almost unconsciously, her grip tight
enough to make him gasp and pant, and she decided that he'd had quite enough
teasing to merit it sufficient payback for earlier.

Her lips wrapped
around him a moment later, hot and silky and slick with blood, and his
strangled moan melded with Draco's perfectly. Then deliciously cold fingers
were running ever-so-lightly over her clit in time with his thrusts, and her
scream was muffled that time, vibrating around Blaise's length and making him scream. His head was thrown back,
his long, ebony hair shifting around him as if it were alive, and claws were
impaled in the thick wood behind him as if it were nothing more than one of the
pillows. She continued her task fervently, loving the satiny feel of him on her
tongue, and thanked the gods that it came so naturally.

If she'd had to
think about what she was doing, she would have been worthless, seeing as how
Draco's skilled fingers and wild fucking had reduced her mind to smoking ashes.
The white-hot heat that was coursing through her every vein grew even more
intense, the knot in her stomach beginning to uncoil, and she knew she was
close, so very, very close. The Marks opened wide between the three of them,
and their ecstasy coupled with her own made the world explode. Her vision
blacked out, her body shook uncontrollably, and her throat was hoarse from
screaming. She distantly wondered if you could die from such exquisite rapture.

"Don't let
it go." She managed to choke out through her spinning senses, referring to
the magickal overflow that they raised every time they did this. They usually
released the excess energy into the earth or the stones around them, but she
had other uses for it that night. Early
morning, she corrected herself, feeling the sun nearing the horizon.

"Why?"
They asked as they all fell lrgicrgically onto the silk sheets, Blaise's bonds
falling away when the ring on his hand flashed. They were glowing brightly,
dark light escaping their skin and casting shifting shadows on the bed curtains
around them. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to rise.

"We need it, you'you'll help me." She said simply, knowing that it was the longest
sentence she would be able to manage in her blissful, dazed state.
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